The Wise Owl The wise owl sits and sees, Forest whispers in the breeze. With every night, a new tale spun, Guiding all until the dawn has come.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
The Seven-Year Itch Seven years, the time creeps near, A shadow whispers, “What’s left here?” Comfort’s warmth becomes routine,
Congratulations to Danny, King of the Jungle 2024 🏆❤️ Danny reigns, the jungle’s might, A royal heart, bold and bright. With courage fierce and spirit strong,
The Witches’ Christmas Tree 🐈⬛ No pine, no needles, no tinsel bright, Just shadows dancing in the moonlight. A living tree of velvet black,
Then and Now Then In the days of less, when pockets were bare, People gave freely, love was the fare. A loaf of bread, a patch to mend,
When Humans and AI Love What if the future came, With hearts not flesh, but flame? Could metal learn to feel? Could circuits dream, be real?
Quaddemic hits the Uk In the stillness, a shadow creeps, A quaddemic’s grasp, where silence weeps. Streets once alive, now hushed and bare,
I dream of you Walking on the sand, holding your hand, The gentle water caressing my feet, I look into your eyes and see a future bright and sweet.
Three Ships Three ships sailed in, their sails held high, Hope, Faith, and Charity under the sky. They brought no treasure, no jewels, no gold,
The Lighthouse Upon the rugged, windswept shore, Where waves crash wild forevermore, A steadfast tower, brave and bright,
The Storm Darragh Darragh roars through the night, winds fierce and cold, Branches snap and sway, a story unfolds. Cars are trapped in mud, as panic takes flight,
The leaves have fallen thus, autumn bids us farwell and the evergreens rise, with plenty to tell. Cool winds of change
By Mikayla Roseabout a year ago in Poets
